I will
remember after this," he added, smiling, "that it is 'sacred to the memory
of--Lancy Gurney,' and I am quite willing to have it so," and he drew her
close to his side.
"It is kind of you, dear, to respect this, my one bit of private property.
I could never tell you what that music has been to me, for though it brings
tears to my eyes it has the power to comfort. It seems to soothe and
sympathize with me in my little troubles, and during that unhappy time
after papa died I do not know what I should have done without the piano to
talk to; it seemed the only bit of comfort left to me."
Guy raised the drooping head, and gazing tenderly into her tear-filled eyes
said, gently:
"Dearest love! I do not believe that I half know you yet! There seem depths
in your nature that I have never reached, and thoughts in your heart that I
have never shared; they are so far above me. Trust me as far as you will,
darling, and do not think that I wish you to break a promise that seems
more sacred than sentimental," and he drew her to his heart again.
A few days later Guy brought home a thick letter to Dexie bearing the
postmark of Halifax, and as Dexie read it a troubled look spread over her
face, but she said nothing until the lamp had been lit and the curtains
drawn; then she drew close to her husband's side, saying:
"Elsie has sent me very unpleasant news, dear.
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